This falsë thief, the Sompnour (quoth the Frere), Had always bawdës ready to his hand, As any hawk to lure in Engleland, That told him all the secrets that they knew⁠— For their acquaintance was not come of new; They were his approvers 2160 privily. He took himself at great profit thereby: His master knew not always what he wan. 2161 Withoutë mandement, a lewëd 2162 man He could summon, on pain of Christë’s curse, And they were inly glad to fill his purse, And make him greatë feastës at the nale. 2163 And right as Judas haddë purses smale, 2164 And was a thief, right such a thief was he, His master had but half his duëty. 2165 He was (if I shall givë him his laud)